Nov 16, 2008

I stalked herin the grocery store: her crownof snowy braids held in place by a great silver clip,her erect bearing, radiating tenderness,the way she placed yogurt and avocados in her basket,beaming peach like the North Star.I wanted to ask “What aisle did you findyour serenity in, do you knowhow to be married for fifty years, or how to live alone,excuse me for interrupting, but you seem to possesssome knowledge that makes the earth burn and turn on its axis—”but we don’t request such things from strangersnowadays. So I said, “I love your hair.”

Nov 1, 2008

" It costs so much to be a full human being that there are few who have the love and courage to pay the price. One has to abandon altogether the search for security and reach out to the risk of living with both arms. One has to embrace life like a lover. One has to accept pain as a condition of existence. One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of knowing. One needs a will stubborn in conflict, but apt always to total acceptance of every consequence of living and dying. "